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bakerstreet2015-03-26 03:05 pm
stocksock) wrote in bakerstreet2015-03-26 03:05 pm
The Picture Meme
The Picture Meme
A picture is worth a thousand words. They've inspired stories, conversations, and so much more.
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once he's joined on the ground, he does let out a laugh, but it's over the way midorima starts in on cleaning him up. his hair ends up a little messier than before as the hand moves on to his wings and takao takes the chance to step closer, pushing himself up on his toes and lifting his arms to drape them over midorima's shoulders, loosely hooking them around his neck to pull him closer. ]
The petals are your fault.
[ takao sounds pretty far from unhappy about it, though, and he takes the chance to press a quick kiss to midorima's lips. ]
What kind of excuse did you use to get down here this time?
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[ the light flush dusting his cheeks speaks of anything but dislike though, either for the petals or the demon standing before him. he leans down a bit, enough that even as takao settles back onto flat feet, he can almost rest his forehead against takao's, the arms around his shoulders a comforting weight. the twisting in his stomach settles, a discomfort he hadn't even noticed until it started to dissipate, eased by the simple presence of takao next to him again. ]
Guardian duty. [ his eyes flick to the people passing along the road, seeing only what they want to see and giving no heed to the two beings taking a respite. ] I watched them for a while before you showed up. They have been guarded.
[ he realizes the irony of ignoring guardian duty to entangle himself with a demon, but he has seen malice and trouble, and takao gives off nothing but mischief and comfort. ]
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the mention of guarding makes takao glance around, taking in the people passing around them before he turns his attention back to midorima with a smile. ] They seem well guarded, Shin-chan. I'm sure you'd do your best if someone else came along to cause any trouble.
[ takao speaks like he isn't the type to cause trouble, but, in truth, he rarely makes any attempt to claim the souls of humans. his preferred type of trouble is mild compared to what a lot of demons prefer. and the only time he bothers to do more is when it's required of him. because who wants to end up tossed out of both heaven and hell?
he nudges his nose against midorima's without letting go of him. ]
Where would you like to go today?
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[ though the jab is light, it's been decades since he'd needed to take serious action, centuries since the "miracles" had needed to intervene in human affairs. although he keeps himself in practice, he finds himself liking humans exercising free will more and more. it tended to keep things interesting with a minimal amount of intervention, though they did have the habit of undoing both sides' work all on their own. ]
There is a summer festival at the shrine by the river; they are always entertaining.
[ there was something about the way that so much about them remained the same through the ages that appealed to him; when your life is counted in centuries rather than years, some continuity is always welcome. much the same way that takao's presence in his life has become a constant comfort, and he leans down to press a kiss to takao's lips, quick and fleeting, before pulling back as far as takao's arms will let him with another blush, his feathers fluffed slightly. ]
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[ he doesn't take the jab seriously at all, opting to tease in return because he knows how little trouble he actually causes. he's not the type of demon to try to screw anyone over. that's left more to bigger names - demons like haizaki or hanamiya. they're the ones he's sure the angels keep an eye out for, though neither of them have bothered to try much of anything since the last time they each had run-ins with different "miracles."
the suggestion midorima offers is enough to make takao's eyes light up and his smile widen. he's grown to find their habit of always meeting in japan somewhat amusing given their ability to go anywhere. but there's something comforting about returning to the country he's from despite no longer remembering much from his time as a human. ]
Let's go, then. A festival will be--
[ the kiss silences him before he can finish, but it's completely worth it, both for the brief contact and the way midorima always seems to get ruffled even over kisses that he initiates. takao pulls one hand back to brush his thumb against midorima's cheek, over the warmth there, then he lets his arms drop so he can instead take the angel's taped hand, fingers slipping between midorima's as their palms meet. ]
Well? Let's go before I decide to pull you into the river once we're there.
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tensions still races though his body as takao's fingers intertwine with his; even knowing the humans that pass them by can't see them, even knowing that there are no other supernatural beings to witness this, even as holding hands is even more innocent than the light kiss he'd initiated, the lasting nature of the publicity of the display is still something long ingrained as something to avoid. almost in retaliation, he curls his fingers around takao's, squeezing gently. ]
As if you could, though you are welcome to give failure a try.
[ it's nice, the almost childish antics that takao drags him into. it's so different from his usual duties and normal demeanor that it truly makes each jaunt down to earth to meet takao feel like a vacation. his colleagues had commented on it, kise jabbing him in the side as he teased about a hint of a smile. said smile had instantly been shot through with a scowl, cutting off further teasing. since then he had tried only to remember his times with takao in private, and even the mundane had become more precious as a result. he hasn't been to a festival in decades, but it is much as he remembers.
he vows to himself to let takao at least drag him to brush their feet in the cool river water. even if they could choose to be immune to the summer humidity, the small pleasures that he remembers seem greater when he's with takao, even if the only sign of it is a slight smile that plays on his lips. ]
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[ it's a playful warning, as if there's more threat than the two of them ending up soaked if they do happen to end up in the river thanks to takao's ridiculous determination. the most water really means is wet wings, which are taken care of easily enough. and, in truth, his entire reason for continuing to consider dragging midorima into the water with him is simply for the sake of seeing the angel ruffled once more. no matter how close they are, takao will always take a small amount of pleasure in getting reactions from midorima that others may not usually get to see.
an easy smile settles on his lips as they begin walking, hands joined as he gives midorima's fingers a small squeeze in return. he never considers walking among humans to be odd until he's doing it with midorima, then it feels more like they're truly getting away with something when they go unnoticed. they'll always go unnoticed, takao knows that, but it's that much stranger to know he can get away with kissing midorima as much as he wants and no one will give them a single glance.
unless, of course, another angel or demon shows up, but that's entirely different.
he gives their hands a soft swing, not doing it too much to keep midorima from pulling away from him. ]
Hey, do you ever wonder if we knew each other as humans?
[ the question seemingly comes out of nowhere, but being surrounded by so many humans is an easy opening to thoughts like that. ]
I don't remember my time as a human, but I wonder, you know?